She dragged the spear in her left hand and held the lower end of the spear with her right, and the spear was thrown out like a whip.

It is the power of the wind family that hangs over the spear, and it is not to take any enemy lightly, which is Leng Wushuang's greatest advantage. Between the swings of the spear, a faint phantom leaped by.

The two men who rushed up were also quite sophisticated, and they immediately raised their weapons in their hands and waved them towards the phantom.

But alas, their speed can't be compared to Leng Wushuang at all.

When the sacrifice first met Leng Wushuang, both sides were not just trying to learn from each other, so the speed of the two seemed to be about the same, but in fact, that time the sacrifice used eight points of strength and Leng Wushuang only used five points.

Compared to ordinary swordsmen, the creator is dwarfed, and judging from the weapons, the two people in front of him are not Feng surnames who are good at speed, so it is even more impossible to resist Leng Wushuang's attack.

With a simple move, the two Level 3 Creators were dealt with at the same time, and their Awakening Weapons were cut off like fragile pieces of paper along with their bodies.

The man on the other side was frightened when he saw this scene, and at this time, Xiao Xiang said that he was not paying attention and hurriedly pushed him away and ran towards Leng Wushuang's side.

The man knew that he was definitely not the match for the woman in front of him, and now that he had no hostages in his hands, he would definitely die if he stayed here.

Just as he was about to run away from his reincarnation, dozens of vines like plants appeared on his body, trapping him in place, and wisps of light flickered on the vines.

And these vines seem to suck blood, and every time the light flashes, the man's body will be a little thinner, and the vines will become a little thicker.

"Wushuang, be careful, this is a rough stone skill that belongs to the Mu family, I'm afraid this guy is not easy to deal with!" Sacrifice Priest walked to Leng Wushuang's side and reminded.

A man in a dark green shirt clapped his hands and walked down the corridor on the right, his face filled with a harmless smile of humans and animals, as if the corpses in front of him were just dirt to nourish flowers.

"I heard that the little master of the Mo family brought back two people with some ability. I thought it would be an easy job, but now it seems that I can't do it without sweating. As he spoke, his eyes kept observing the two people in front of him.

"What about my father, what about my family, who are you?" Mo Xiaoxiang stood up from behind Wushuang, and he said kindly to the man in front of him.

"Hehe, little master, it's better not to know a lot of things. From his words, he didn't regard the sacrifice and Leng Wushuang in front of him as an opponent at all.

The priest knew that self-confidence came from strength, and from the moment this man first appeared, the surrounding area that had become cold when he was hesitant to appear on a cold day had returned to the same as before.

"Wushuang, be careful! this guy isn't easy!" said the priest softly.

Leng Wushuang didn't answer him, but that long-lost smile appeared on her face, it was not a happy smile, but a smile that found an opportunity to exert all his strength as a strong man.

The sacrificial priest fully understood Leng Wushuang's mood, he knew that the stage at this moment belonged to her, and it could be said that after practicing, this was the first time that Leng Wushuang showed such a serious expression.

"Xiaoxiang, let's go! I think your second uncle should know your father's whereabouts. After speaking, he took Mo Xiaoxiang and walked out of the side door.

The man wouldn't let the sacrificial priest do this, after all, Mo Xiaoxiang was their target.

I saw a dark green light shining out of the man's hand, and a cobweb woven by plants and vines directly sealed the side door.

"Do you think you can escape with me here?" said the man softly.

However, in front of the sacrifice, all trees are like air, just like ordinary plants are born afraid of fire, and what the sacrifice has is not an ordinary flame, but a holy flame.

Not to mention that it was the vines of some plants, not even a forest could stop the sacrifice.

The sacrificial priest's left hand only waved slightly, and a faint golden light rose in his hand. He held one end of the vine, and the power of the Holy Flame exploded, and in a moment, those vines turned into ashes.

The man asked with a look of surprise, "What kind of power are you?"

"Your opponent is me!" the spear in her hand was already moving.

The man hurriedly shifted his body and avoided Leng Wushuang's assault, but his dark green shirt was cut out.

"Okay, wait until I kill you, and then kill that kid!" Leng Wushuang from afar felt it, and a strange energy was gathering towards his hands.

Leng Wushuang is not the kind of person who waits for her opponent to be beaten, she immediately drew out the power to break the demon.

For the caste skills of the wood system, it is not only the energy of the fire caste that can be restrained, but the power of his own demon breaking is the nemesis of all caste energy.

In that space-time prison, Leng Wushuang was not only simply cultivating her new skills, but also mastering the true power of demon destruction.

Demon Breaking is the initial skill of a demon warrior, and the original birth of a demon warrior was to deal with powerful magicians, whether it is the magic energy of a magician or the creation energy of a creator, it is the same root and origin.

The last time she fought against Emperor Yan, she had mastered how to fight the Creator, and the man in front of her happened to be the best test subject.

Now she is not the same as before, whether it is in combat skills or strength, she has surpassed her before by too much. For her in the past, fighting was another kind of cultivation, but now fighting is all she has, and she will put all her energy into this.

The white light suddenly disappeared, and a touch of black energy appeared. This energy directly rendered the spear black, and the pitch-black spear gave people a sense of incongruity with every dance she danced as if it had evacuated that piece of air.

The spear in her hand was like a venomous snake with life, scurrying on the man in front of her, and the other party was only beaten.

Although Leng Wuzhi completely had the upper hand in the battle situation, he didn't know why he felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

How can the other party say that he is also a creator, and the other party has obviously used the creator's energy before she attacks, but why is the other party being beaten now?

Although Leng Wushuang kept attacking the other party, he didn't hit the opponent's vital parts once, and almost every time he was cleverly dodged by the other party, but the strange thing was that the man in front of him didn't attack like himself.

Suddenly, she hurriedly stepped back and said with a look of horror, "Not good!"

But it was too late, and a dark green cloud of energy rose around her body. She felt the power in her body becoming more and more scarce, as if it had been disintegrated.

"Hahaha...... Do you only realize it now?I have to say, you are indeed a formidable opponent, but you have too little combat experience, and the Creator is not just a barbarian who fights with strength!" the man said with a smile.

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